Driving from the hotel Buenos Aires early morning to the Newberry airport. The view beyond the cars is of the sea- no horizon and no clarity the smog was low and thick. They also have fog but it seemed more smog.This would have been in the past a beautiful esplanade for people to enjoy.Locals were fishing and some walking along the path and parks jutted out into the water.
The airport was crazy with a few counters operating but no apparent order to them. Aerolineas counters take any and every flight out so no flight numbers displayed suggesting where to book in. Crazy system.People queued out of the airport doors waiting to check -in. armed guards every few metres. After about 40 minutes of queueing and no movement forward panick started to hit in and with some help and plenty of gestures managed to get a counter opened to check -in and hoped my baggage would follow. Once past security the bedlam stopped and quiet prevailed in the gate areas. The gate number for my departure came up 10 minutes before the plane left so was starting to get a little concerned in case I was in the wrong area.
After what seemed like forever the plane turned and headed towards a solitary airstrip in the middle of the bush . the Iguassu international airport. No customs, passport or luggage check. I was met by a volunteer and whisked across to Brazil. No hassles at all. We also picked up a couple of people from the Brazilian airport so I didn't reach the hotel until 4.30pm and found my booking had been misplaced. Finally got a room and aircon and quietly relaxed.
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